Morning mist near badgers set
No one’s coming home just yet
Black and white stripes muddy browned
Digging juicy worms from ground

Tasty morsels go down well
Found by using only smell
Nearly full as daylight dawns
Badgers tired I’m sure they yawned

Under cover heading back
Muddy mounds left in a stack
Time to rest tired badgers heads
With their partners off to beds

All day long the sun shines cruel
The badgers in their set keep cool
As dusk approached a scratching sound
All badgers away to their hunting ground



© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com

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